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Vibrant Watercolors

PJ
made a comment about the luminous/vibrant color of my watercolors. I
thought I’d address that and consider a watercolor class in the future.

Watercolors are my go to tool for color in my art journal. I use them in a few specific manners to get bright vibrant shades.

First
let’s talk about the brands I use. I adore holbein, windsor and newton, cotman, and Dr PH Martins. I also enjoy using Sargent’s Watercolor
Magic liquid colors. As long as I’m working in my art journal I’m not
concerned with the colors being lightfast.

Secondly,
let’s talk about clean brushes. It’s important that you clear out any
color from your brush to get clean colors. Any spot of an opposite color
to the color you want will dull and muddy the color you are using. I
wash my brushes on a regular basis using plenty of soap. I like to use
generic shampoo as it generates a nice lather and works its way deep
into the bristles. I keep a couple of containers of rinse water on my
desk while I work, one generally is the dirty water container and does
the bulk of my rinse while a second is used to rinse the brush further.

Then
I prepare my colors. If I’m using dried or block colors I moisten them
in advance of use. I use either a spray bottle or a squeeze bottle to
add drops of water to the cake of color and I let it sit to soften the
color. As I work I add more water to lighten the color. If i’m using
tubed color I squeeze out a small amount and add water to it to create a
liquid. With liquid color I add a few drops to a palette and add water
as needed. Often times with tubed colors I’ll add the watercolor to a
cup with a lid and add plenty of water. This gives me a large amount of
liquid color that I can work with. Touching a wet brush to a dry cake of
color will only give a weak shade.

In
all cases I make sure my brush is clean before I pick up any paint or
dip into a cup. A small amount of blue or purple in the yellow will turn
it green or brownish, and take away from it’s bright color. If I’m
attempting to mix a bright secondary color I try small amounts of the
colors to create it. So if I’m looking for purple I add small amounts of
blue and red together away from their cups and being sure to clean my
brush.

One
of the hardest things for me to learn with watercolor is to USE the
paint and to not skimp. So if I’m covering a large amount of paper with a
single color I need to use more paint than I think I need. Also
watercolors ALWAYS dry lighter than when applied. When the paper is wet
my colors need to be darker than I want the end result to be. If the
color is just right when wet it won’t be when dry, I try and work a
shade or two darker than what I would like the color when dry. the great
thing about watercolor is that I can alway add another layer if I want
to darken the color.

So here are my tips for vibrant watercolors in a nutshell:

  • Properly wet and prepare your colors before you need them.
  • Clean brushes.
  • Use more paint than you think you need, remember that watercolors dry lighter.

Figuring Stuff Out

It’s
almost 1am and we’re in the midst of a blizzard, or so the weather
reports tell me. Well, that’s being a tad dismissive, we’ve got another
12 hours of snow to go, but so far I’m not seeing mountains and
mountains of snow. The wind is howling, snow is drifting and even my
dogs don’t want to go outside. Right now I’m regretting that 6pm cup of
coffee.
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I’ve
spent the day sipping hot hot tea in an effort to unclog my sinuses
which finally appear to be on the mend. i’m not sure if it’s the hot tea
or the buffalo chicken fingers I ordered from the local pizza place
that I should credit. Maybe it’s time, who knows. I’m starting to feel
physically better. My sleep cycle is all kinds of messed up. I’m awake
when I should be asleep and sleeping when I should be awake. Of course,
that 6pm cup of coffee that tasted oh so good as the snow
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I
spent some time reflecting on my art journals today while listening to
some good music. I flipped through the last year’s worth of my art
journals. I’ve got some good stuff recorded. I’m missing some notes I
took on business cards that held a lot of good class ideas. But overall,
I liked what I saw. I made a lot of progress artistically. My ability
to capture a lifelike and emotional portrait increased 10 fold. i’m
proud of the work I’ve done. I’m excited for the art show I’ll have in
August. This year holds a lot of potential for me.
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The
thing is, it’s all up in the air right now. I’m not sure how things are
going to land but I’m sure it’ll be in the way it should be for me.

The
last few days have been interesting in that it’s revealed some artistic
and art journaling truths to me that I had previously not know or had
ignored. These will be shared here over time.
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It’s a Process

I’ve
been sick, in more ways than one. I’ve had a sinus infection. It’s
knocked me on my ass. I’ve also been dealing with disappointment. Abject
utter disappointment. Disappointment so deep it hurts. I let myself
wallow in it and be consumed with the feeling. The feeling making my
sinus infection seem a hundred times worse than perhaps it was. Or maybe
it was just that bad* that it could make me feel so helpless.

The
cause of the disappointment is not important other than to me. I’ve
spent the last few days in a fever induced haze of misery, scribbling in
my art journal and watching TV on my laptop and sleeping.
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My
scrawling and scribbling in my art journal don’t reveal much to me. It
chronicles my self-centered misery, my sadness and my sneezes.**
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Except
one page, a meditative page I did in a sort of mandala style. It’s also
self centered, in that there is an image of me in the middle of the
page. Radiating out from the center of the image (at the sinuses
interestingly enough) are layers of circles filled with various
patterns, alternating colors, lines, rays, circles, sheep, and gears.
All of this done on a hot colored background in cool colors.
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Though
I had not planned the imagery it matches the evolution of my thoughts
over the last few days, from useless rage and helplessness to being able
to think clearly on the problem at hand and coming up with a plan that
may work. It’s not done yet, but I like where it’s going
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Practice

I've been practicing my calligraphy. I think I've told you the story of how when I was a kid I learned how to write by taking calligraphy class from my 2nd grade teacher. I had a really hard time learning cursive and was forced to spend lots and lots of time working on my penmanship, to little avail. My new, young, 2nd grade teacher, had read an article and some research on teaching kids to write via calligraphy and I became her personal experiment.

So, once a week I stayed after school and was taught some basic calligraphy. I ended up being pretty decent at it but my penmanship never got too great. In fact my handwriting is still referred to as chicken scratch and less kindly as roach droppings.

Sadly I gave up calligraphy in 8th or 8th grade since most of my peers saw it as dorky. Since I was already a geek I couldn't risk delving too far into dork territory. I regret that I gave up my enjoyment of calligraphy and worst yet that I've not had an additional 20 years of practice. I can only imagine what my black letter and gothic would look like if I'd only kept at it.

This post is less about that than the fact I took a dive in the parking lot of my DayJob and landed rather stiffly on my hand and elbow. The right side, of course, and now my wrist is slightly swollen, stiff and sore. Ice and an ace bandage are helping a lot. But writing is not comfortable and calligraphy is out of the question for awhile anyway. This is pretty frustrating for me since I've been making decent progress on my gothic writing.

The one good thing about this is that I'm forced to use less pressure when writing. The only good thing.

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Flack

I've gotten flack for being more of an arty art journaler than a writing or cute art journaler. I don't do pretty faces with cutesy quotes. Instead I write my heart out and cover it with paint. I let my writing become part of my finished pieces, even these faces that I've been painting, they have been born out of my art journaling process. Not all of these pieces have deep writing behind the paint, but I learned this process through my art journal.

My art journal is my greatest tool in my art making arsenal. Without it, I'm not sure where my art would be today.

In the images below you can see the words peaking through the layers of paint. Sometimes my journal contains simple lists- like the lists of things I ate during a road trip, a list of purchases made one weekend, beers I tried. Other times it's long paragraphs about influences, things I've read, people I've interacted with, gripes with life. I hang my paint on top of these words, not needing to add a quote or make it pretty. My art journal is a place of no fear. I don't always show it, sometimes it's too raw.

My art journal influences my art and is influenced by my art, it's a never ending circle.

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Review: Faber Castell Gelato

I’d
heard  a lot about Faber Castell’s Gelatos. I’d heard they were like a
tube of smooshy rich watercolor. So I had to try them out. I went small
and bought a 2 pack. The only packs the local Michael’s had were either 8
packs or 2 packs. The 8 packs are all matching tones in one shade or
another, the 2 packs were the blending shades to mix with the colors. I
didn’t want to spend a lot of money on the 8 packs and the 2 pack was
only $3.50 and I had a coupon.

The
tubes are hard plastic and hold a water soluble substance that feels a
lot like chapstick, which makes sense that it’s in a chapstick-like
tube. No holds barred, I went straight into my art journal and slopped
some white onto a spot that I wanted to bring the neighboring area into
prominence while blending the color back.
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Once
on the page I found the white was nicely opaque, thought it took a
decent amount of product to get that result. I really liked the look of
the product straight out of the tube, but found that without adding
water it smudged with ease. Adding some water kept a lot of the
opaqueness of the product but cut it’s greasy slick texture.
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For
those of you who like to stick your fingers into paint, these are
nontoxic. I have not had a chance to test them for lightfastness, but
will do so soon.
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They
lay down in a greasy thick and smooth feeling, not unlike writing on a
wall with high quality lipstick… I’ll be honest after so many rave
reviews I was expecting… MORE. Instead I was left feeling
underwhelmed. The plastic tube is brilliant marketing for adults who
don’t want to get their fingers dirty with Portfolio Water Soluble Oil
Pastels. They also have a more adult appearance than Portfolios, a
certain je ne sais quoi, if you will. They are also packaged in a way
that will appeal to adults.
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Underwhelmed
is a good way to express how I feel about these. I’m not a fan of
Portfolios. They are close enough to watersoluble crayons that I don’t
see a reason to add them to my art arsenal. Instead I’ll stock up on
more watersoluble crayons. I do like the white though for it’s
opaqueness.

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Dark Days

I notice that a lot of art journals only seem to cover the happy parts of life, as if only the pretty parts are deserving of a page.

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Ignoring the crappy hard parts of life isn't the best way to deal with the garbage. Disappointment, sadness, death, and our distress all deserve to be explored and figured out in the pages of our art journals.Dark Days

My art journal is a place for me to work out my thoughts and ideas, exorcise the demons if I need them gone. It's a place to explore and even fail.

I've got some dark not so happy stuff in my journals, and that's just the place to shut it away.

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Waiting Area Sketches

Yesterday, I was doing my usual routine when sitting in a waiting room, I sketched. Usually, when I go to the orthodontist I'm in and out in 20 minutes, yesterday, I waited for 20. No big deal, I whipped out my sketchbook and sketched the people waiting. Adults were sparse and accompanied by 2 or more kids, one lady had 6!

I sketched away when a woman sat next me with her daughter. I could here some whispers and the mother finally said, "Just ask, what could it hurt?" Shortly after the girl, around 13 or so touched me on the shoulder and asked about my sketching. She was really sweet and I could have been more talkative. She was shocked to find out I was not able to make a living drawing. She watched me draw the rest of the time I was in the waiting room and we were called in at the same time.

It was neat to talk to some one who still finds art a magical thing and lacked the jaded feelings of adults.
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Perfection vs Process

Last night I sat down with my Americano at the regular Fiddle Jam session and everything I tried to draw was horrible. Faces were off, I couldn't get the perspective on the fiddle, the lights were low. It was frustrating. I kept drawing. I felt myself getting more and more aggravated. Usually the week's aggravation melts away as I sketch on Friday nights.
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For whatever reason I just couldn’t hit my stride.
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A customer moved and I had a great view of someone. Instead of focusing on perfection I just tried to capture him, fast. Suddenly I had it.
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Process smacked me in the face last night. In my quest and frustration attempting to capture one particular face well, I forgot process and labored toward perfection. When I moved back toward process I found my stride.

Since I spent nearly the 2 full hours of Fiddle Jam frustrating myself, I came home and found a photo to sketch. I was pretty happy with the results of my final sketch of the night. This is a reminder to embrace process not product. (Find the original photo here.)

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Friday Night

A few months back a friend of mine messaged me on FaceBook asking me to go to a gathering of artists at his place. I couldn’t go because of the DayJob. I got another message that the group was getting together again on Friday. This time I was able to go. I was able to meet a bunch of local artists and talk about some ideas for showing our art and things we’d like to be able to do.

I wasn’t shy about drawing my fellow artists. I stared as they spoke. We passed around examples of our art. We talked. We passed around sketchbooks. We all drew.

Here are some drawings from Friday night.

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It’s the first art group meeting I’ve been to since I left college way back in 1998. I  had trepidations about going but all in all it was a great time. I met a guy who keeps what he calls “his books” and I would call art journals. They blew my mind. I could have sat there all night and looked through his books. He worked really simply in large sized Moleskine sketchbooks and regular sharpies. Thick bold lines. Simple. Mind blowing. I met scott who makes art chairs and sculptures. Bruce who makes comics and puppets.  A potter. A portrait painter, 4×8 foot portraits. A guy who makes soft sculptures and fun audio devices. We were all so diverse and yet all had art in common.